Des yeux qui font baisser les miens Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche Voil?le portrait sans retouche De l'homme auquel j'appartiens Quand il me prend dans ses bras Il me parle tout bas Je vois la vie en rose Il me dit des mots d'amour Des mots de tous les jours Et ? me fait quelque chose Il est entr?dans mon coeur Une part de bonheur Dont je connais la cause C'est lui pour moi Moi pour lui dans la vie Il me l'a dit, l'a jur? Pour la vie
Friday, December 01, 2006
Miracle.
On the way home, like always, I was standing outside the big glass window and watching her stepping in and out of the shop. Everytime watching her working so vigorous gives me a sense of awe and indescribable gratefulness. She could've just left died there, left all alone. And we could've just scattered away, dead inside. Nobody would've believed if I told then how she could've been changed just as she is now. Smiles hardly leaves her now plump face and she's even working out to impress her boyfriend, needless to mention that she is ever diligent on her profession and also relationships with all of us. God, she is beautiful! Thank you.